His tongue is hot and wet and thorough. He licks a long stripe up my center, and I nearly come off the bed. Jett steadiesme with a hand on my hip while Cassian does it again, slower this time, like he's savoring the taste.
Pine moves up beside me, kissing me while Cassian works between my legs. I can taste mint on Pine's tongue too, and underneath it that particular flavor that's just him. His hand cups my jaw, holding me steady while he kisses me deep and slow.
Cassian's tongue circles my clit and my hips jerk involuntarily. He pins me down with one large hand splayed across my lower stomach and keeps going, building a rhythm that has me panting against Pine's mouth.
Jett is playing with my breasts now, his hands cupping and squeezing, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. Every sensation is amplified, layered, overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Cassian," I gasp, breaking away from Pine's kiss. "I'm going to, I'm close, I—"
"Then come," he says against me, and the vibration of his voice combined with the next swipe of his tongue pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm crashes through me in waves, my back arching, my hands fisting in the sheets. Cassian works me through it, his tongue gentling but not stopping until I'm trembling and oversensitive and pushing at his head weakly.
He pulls back with a satisfied grin, his lips glistening. "Good?"
"Understatement," I breathe.
He moves back up the bed and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue which should be weird but somehow isn't.
When I can think again, I reach for Jett. "Your turn."
He moves between my legs, settling his hips against mine. I can feel him hard and hot against my entrance, and I lift my hips in invitation.
"You're sure?" he asks, and despite everything that just happened, he's still checking.
"I'm sure. I want you inside me."
He enters me slowly, inch by careful inch, giving my body time to adjust to the stretch. He's thick enough that I feel every bit of progress, and by the time he's fully seated inside me I'm already climbing toward another orgasm.
"Okay?" His voice is strained, like holding still is taking all his concentration.
"Move," I tell him. "Please move."
He does, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The angle is perfect, hitting something inside me that makes my toes curl. He sets a steady rhythm, not too fast but deep enough that I feel it everywhere.
Cassian kisses me while Jett moves inside me. His hand finds my breast again, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Pine's hand is in my hair, his lips on my neck, and I'm surrounded by them completely.
The pressure builds low in my belly, tighter and tighter with each thrust. Jett's breathing gets rougher, his rhythm less controlled.
"Sharon," he grits out. "I'm close."
"Me too," I gasp.
He reaches between us and finds my clit with his thumb, circling it in time with his thrusts. That's all it takes. I come with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him, and he follows seconds later with a groan that sounds like it's pulled from somewhere deep in his chest.
We stay connected for a moment, both breathing hard, before he carefully pulls out. I feel empty immediately, but then Cassian is there, moving into position.
"Think you can handle another?" he asks, his gray eyes searching mine.
My body is already responding to just the promise in his voice. "Yes."
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the stretch. He's bigger than Jett, thicker, and I feel impossibly full. He gives me a moment to adjust, then starts moving with deep, powerful strokes that make the headboard tap lightly against the wall.
"You feel amazing," he says, his voice rough. "So tight. So perfect."
Pine is beside me, stroking himself while watching Cassian move inside me. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his length, and he groans low in his throat.
"Like this?" I ask, stroking him from base to tip.
